The Forgotten Children

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I went to the store one day
And I couldn't believe my eyes
I saw a group of young boys
Searching for quarters
Left in carts nearby.
They couldn't have been
More than twelve
But one in particular
Caught my eye
He had brown curly hair
Was kind of thin
How this one got to me more
I really don't know why.
They searched and searched
Gathering carts here and there
With utter disappointment
Upon their faces
In their t-shirts and
Jeans ever so dirty
Their worn out sneakers
With untied laces.
Where were their parents?
Is this how they have to live
I felt so bad for them,
And even more for myself
Because money was something
I couldn't give.
I wish I could have changed things
To make their problems go away
It hurts me to see our children out here
It shouldn't have to be this way.